grand canyon

I'm covertly eyeing a group of spirited twenty-somethings animatedly huddled around a table in a coffee shop on Hollywood Boulevard. They're impossibly stylish, pulchritudinous and oozing from their being is that very American sense of self-belief that most British either lack or are reluctant to display for fear of reproach. With this lot, it's more confidence than rodomontade. Their effusiveness is infectious, and highly entertaining while observed over the rim of my Americano.... Read More